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NYSC is full of experiences. ‘Missing’ is a work of fiction woven around the lives of ‘Corpers’ and explores friendship, independence politics & adventure.
In a fleeting moment of curiousity, a female National Youth service Corps member is abducted. In the days that follow, she and her friends uncover a mind boggling conspiracy.
Set in Benin – Nigeria, Missing is a thrilling story that keeps you riveted till the end.
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“Honest art will open the doors of more than a few hearts, and this is a fact recognised by Ada Esom. In ‘A Collection of Golden Poetry’, the Dark Fiction and Astrology enthusiast reels out eleven poems that explore the human condition from a more internal perspective. In this body of work, the author of ‘Daemoniac’ and ‘All She Wrote’ talks about life from the lens of a jaded lover, a lonely soul, a scared youngster and a long-silenced woman.
“‘Maleficent’ takes after a fantasy movie from years prior but could just as well be illustrating the image of a no-nonsense woman, ‘Sixteen Candles’ is a poem about yearning for an absent lover, ‘The Ghosts of Yesterday’ tells the story of an individual caught in the vice grip of painful past memories, while ‘Gleeful Captive’ and ‘Unabashedly Yours, Truly’ put in succinct detail what it means to fall hard in love even in the face of uncertainty.”
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p style="text-align: right">Jerry Chiemeke, winner, 2017 Ken Saro Wiwa Prize for Reviews.
We are delighted to announce that submissions are now open for our January 2023 Issue. Aligning with our commitment to promoting emerging and established African voices, submissions are open to all African writers. For this issue, submissions of any theme or genre are...
Itanile Magazine is pleased to announce the winners of the Itanile Award for 2022. In rewarding the efforts and commitments of literary creatives for advancing the African experience through storytelling, we select winners of the award from works we publish from...
To be honest with you, this is not one of the parts of editorial work that's fun. Putting it all together—where we are, where we've been, and all the stuff. It's tedious, just like a baker making her wedding cake. It would be nice if someone else did it! Yet, we've...
The melanin queen was perched on a bar stool, Checking me out from head to shoe. Her eyes were made up with eye shadow, blue, And they seemed to be saying, ‘Oga, I want you.’ She took me to her place near the train station. I was like, ‘Is this the real thing or...
Though the oceans rage & the waters imagine a vain thing; though the sun scorches the earth's skin & it's rays sear pain onto my dermis. Yet will I stand by my window, & listen to the voice of the wind preaching hope. There are various melodies that...
These are the times We are in dark times, my love. The morning still sweet in the awful sepia sky & I can see war women through my misty window, Sitting graciously, Reciting the rosary on a front porch. Somewhere, at the back of a house, A drum softly thunders...
We are pleased to announce that entries are now open for our second reading period. Aligning with our commitment to promote emerging and established African voices, submissions are open to all African writers. For this issue, submissions of any theme or genre are...
1. my country as a metaphor for joke in my country, we have forgotten how to shiver when we see serrated bodies in short video clips. the gunshots do not cause birds to fly, women to gossip, or children to scamper for safety. but, there is a headless body on the floor...
It was what she had always prayed for. Life. A new life. An opportunity to make life. An opportunity to bring life into the world. After years of trying, she finally got what she wanted, a little bulge that turned into a bump. It was a difficult journey for her, but...
I started writing poetry, intentionally, in 2017. Studying literature in secondary school was mostly the catalyst. I fell in love after reading the poets we were taught
